Fritz

Chad Vader. This is a cack.

Patricia Routledge has a role in 'To Sir With Love'.

And I always enjoyed her so as Hyacinth. Mr Dowdall, were you ever a 'Keeping Up Appearances' viewer?

"It's Bouquet!"

I'm floating with the birds

I'm talking to the weeds

Look what you've done to me

I'm still dressed up from the night before

Silken hose and an old Parisian coat

And I feel like a queen at the bus stop on the street

Look what you've done to me

It's a beautiful morning in the ghetto

Finer than the day before

The ants are crawling over my pants as if to say

They know where the honey is

There's really old roses blooming in the ghetto

Birds of paradise are taller than me

The weeds grow high, the birds flicker by

Children are walking to school

In the midst of all of this profusion

The bus pulls up to take me back home

The bus driver looks like an African prince

The babies have tears in their eyes

And I feel like a queen

On this sunny city bus

Look what you've done to me

Patti Smith live before Bob Dylan from an Australasian tour a few years ago. Her version of Ginsberg's 'Footnote To Howl' is spine tingling stuff.

Holy forgiveness! mercy! charity! faith! Holy! Ours!

bodies! suffering! magnanimity!

Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent

kindness of the soul!

Great to see Mark Ibold there on bass!

Now, too much of nothing

Can make a man feel ill at ease.

One man's temper might rise

While another man's temper might freeze.

In the day of confession

We cannot mock a soul.

Oh, when there's too much of nothing,

No one has control.

Say hello to Valerie

Say hello to Vivian

Send them all my salary

On the waters of oblivion

Too much of nothing

Can make a man abuse a king.

He can walk the streets and boast like most

But he wouldn't know a thing.

Now, it's all been done before,

It's all been written in the book,

But when there's too much of nothing,

Nobody should look.

Say hello to Valerie

Say hello to Vivian

Send them all my salary

On the waters of oblivion

Too much of nothing

Can turn a man into a liar,

It can cause one man to sleep on nails

And another man to eat fire.

Ev'rybody's doin' somethin',

I heard it in a dream,

But when there's too much of nothing,

It just makes a fella mean.

Say hello to Valerie

Say hello to Vivian

Send them all my salary

On the waters of oblivion

Just started:

Perhaps it's the color of the sun cut flat

An' cov'rin' the crossroads I'm standing at,

Or maybe it's the weather or something like that,

But mama, you been on my mind.

I don't mean trouble, please don't put me down or get upset,

I am not pleadin' or sayin', "I can't forget."

I do not walk the floor bowed down an' bent, but yet,

Mama, you been on my mind.

Even though my mind is hazy an' my thoughts they might be narrow,

Where you been don't bother me nor bring me down in sorrow.

It don't even matter to me where you're wakin' up tomorrow,

But mama, you're just on my mind.

I am not askin' you to say words like "yes" or "no,"

Please understand me, I got no place for you t' go.

I'm just breathin' to myself, pretendin' not that I don't know,

Mama, you been on my mind.

When you wake up in the mornin', baby, look inside your mirror.

You know I won't be next to you, you know I won't be near.

I'd just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear

As someone who has had you on his mind.

Baby let's get dressed up

I got two pairs of shoes

Darling you look so beautiful

when your hair's all hung in jewels

and sometimes I find it really hard to choose

between a pair of black and a pair of brown shoes

When I'm high on batwings

up by the silvery moon

I think of a certain sad eyed king

trapped in his golden room

and I dream of a cold river on the way

to come and sweep that king into this black and brown bay

Well the water looks like jewelry

when it's coming out the spout

and nothing could make me feel better

than a wet kiss on the mouth

Fake I.D.'s and honeybees

the jagged skyline of car keys

I never knew the bird could fly so low

Rub out the catlight,

rub out the village

red and white exit light

that's exodus damage

Why don't people think of who they use?

Why don't you try and come and get me: Black and Brown Blues

It's raining triple sec in Tchula

and the radio plays "Crazy Train"

there's a quadroon ball in the beehive

hanging out in the rain

and when there's trouble I dont like running

but I'm afraid I got more in common

with who I was than who I am becoming

When I go downtown

I always wear a corduroy suit

cause it's made of a hundred gutters

that the rain can run right through

but a lonely man can't make a move

if he can't even bring himself to choose

between a pair of black and a pair of brown shoes

In this town television shuts off at two

What can a lonely rock & roller do?

Oh the bed's so big and the sheets are clean

and your girlfriend said that you were 19

The styrofoam icebucket is full of ice

Come up to my motel room and treat me nice

I don't wanna make no late night New York calls

and I don't wanna stare at them ugly grassmatt walls

chronologically I know you're young

but when you kissed me in the club you bit my tongue

I'll write a song for you, I'll put it on my next L.P

Come up to my motelroom and sleep with me

There's a Bible in the drawer don't be afraid

I'll put up the sign to warn the cleanup maid

Yeah there's lots of soap end there's lots of towels

never mind them deskclerk's scowls

I'll buy you breakfast, they'll think you're my wife

Oh come up to my motelroom, save my life

Come up to my motelroom, save my life

Well, she's got Jet Pilot eyes from her hips on down.

All the bombardiers are trying to force her out of town.

She's five feet nine and she carries a monkey wrench.

She weighs more by the foot than she does by the inch.

She got all the downtown boys, all at her command

But you've got to watch her closely 'cause she ain't no woman

She's a man.

The pawnbroker roared

Also, so, so did the landlord

The scene was so crazy, wasn't it?

Both were so glad

To watch me destroy what I had

Pain sure brings out the best in people, doesn't it?

Why didn't you just leave me if you didn't want to stay?

Why'd you have to treat me so bad?

Did it have to be that way?

Now you stand here expectin' me to remember somethin' you forgot to say

Yes, and you, I see you're still with her, well

That's fine 'cause she's comin' on so strange, can't you tell?

Somebody had better explain

She's got her iron chain

I'd do it, but I, I just can't remember how

You talk to her

She's your lover now.

I already assumed

That we're in the felony room

But I ain't a judge, you don't have to be nice to me

But please tell that

To your friend in the cowboy hat

You know he keeps on sayin' ev'rythin' twice to me

You know I was straight with you

You know I've never tried to change you in any way

You know if you didn't want to be with me

That you could . . . didn't have to stay.

Now you stand here sayin' you forgive and forget. Honey, what can I say?

Yes, you, you just sit around and ask for ashtrays, can't you reach?

I see you kiss her on the cheek ev'rytime she gives a speech

With her picture books of the pyramid

And her postcards of Billy the Kid

(Why must everybody bow?)

You better talk to her 'bout it

You're her lover now.

Oh, ev'rybody that cares

Is goin' up the castle stairs

But I'm not up in your castle, honey

It's true, I just can't recall

San Francisco at all

I can't even remember El Paso, uh, honey

You never had to be faithful

I didn't want you to grieve

Oh, why was it so hard for you

If you didn't want to be with me, just to leave?

Now you stand here while your finger's goin' up my sleeve

An' you, just what do you do anyway? Ain't there nothin' you can say?

She'll be standin' on the bar soon

With a fish head an' a harpoon

An' a fake beard plastered on her brow

You'd better do somethin' quick

She's your lover now.

Well, they say

that Santa Fe

Is less than ninety miles away,

And I got time to roll a number

and rent a car.

Oh, Albuquerque.

I've been flyin'

down the road,

And I've been starvin' to be alone,

And independent from the scene

that I've known.

Albuquerque.

So I'll stop when I can,

Find some fried eggs

and country ham.

I'll find somewhere where

they don't care who I am.

Oh, Albuquerque,

Albuquerque.

Oh me oh my oh, look at Miss Ohio

She

See the sky about to rain, broken clouds and rain.

Locomotive, pull the train, whistle blowing through my brain.

Signals curling on an open plain, rolling down the track again.

See the sky about to rain.

Some are bound for happiness, some are bound to glory

Some are bound to live with less, who can tell your story?

See the sky about to rain, broken clouds and rain.

Locomotive, pull the train, whistle blowin� through my brain.

Signals curlin� on an open plain, rollin� down the track again.

See the sky about to rain.

I was down in dixie land, played a silver fiddle

Played it loud and then the man broke it down the middle.

See the sky about to rain.

There once was a man who just couldn't cry

He hadn't cried for years and for years

Napalmed babies and the movie love story

For instance could not produce tears

As a child he had cried as all children will

Then at some point his tear ducts ran dry

He grew to be a man, the feces hit the fan

Things got bad, but he couldn't cry

His dog was run over, his wife up and left him

And after that he got sacked from his job

Lost his arm in the war, was laughed at by a whore

Ah, but sill not a sniffle or sob

His novel was refused, his movie was panned

And his big Broadway show was a flop

He got sent off to jail; you guessed it, no bail

Oh, but still not a dribble or drop

In jail he was beaten, bullied and buggered

And made to make license plates

Water and bread was all he was fed

But not once did a tear stain his face

Doctors were called in, scientists, too

Theologians were last and practically least

They all agreed sure enough; this was sure no cream puff

But in fact an insensitive beast

He was removed from jail and placed in a place

For the insensitive and the insane

He played lots of chess and made lots of friends

And he wept every time it would rain

Once it rained forty days and it rained forty nights

And he cried and he cried and he cried and he cried

On the forty-first day, he passed away

He just dehydrated and died

Well, he went up to heaven, located his dog

Not only that, but he rejoined his arm

Down below, all the critics, they loot it all back

Cancer robbed the whore of her charm

His ex-wife died of stretch marks, his ex-employer went broke

The theologians were finally found out

Right down to the ground, that old jail house burned down

The earth suffered perpetual drought

Did the wine make her dream

Of the far distant spring

Or a bed full of hens

Or the ghost of a friend

All the while that she wept

She had a gun by her bed

And a letter he wrote

From a dry, foundered boat

And the train track will take

All the wounded ones home

And I